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THE DEVIANTWATCHING PROJECT - Part IIIt looks like even though this journal has more favourites and comments than other journals in the website footer, it will not be featured there. That's okay, I guess it's because a lot of people did not like the first one so I'm blocked out. You people keep on rocking!!!
You can favourite this to show your support!
Due to how many positive responses I got from the first journal, I decided to make a second one- The other one got pretty huge too XD Here is a link to the first one: http://trampire.deviantart.com/journal/THE-DEVIANTWATCHING-PROJECT-please-no-haters-325065818
PLEASE DON'T ASK TO BE ADDED IF YOU WERE IN THE PREVIOUS JOURNAL XD
THESE PEOPLE SAY THEY DO WATCHBACKS!!
PE: Community Week PLZ AccountsCommunity Week - PLZ Accounts
Can you spot the difference between and :icongladlikeplz
If you hover your mouse over it, you’ll see that the first is a link to a deviation (http://fav.me/d5judp5), while the second is an icon for a special type of account called a PLZ account.
PLZ accounts are deviantART accounts made for the sole reason of being an emoticon. Anyone can make these accounts. (For more information on making PLZ accounts, see this previous Project Educate journal http://fav.me/d3jjwiv.) The deviant chooses an account name that represents the image he/she wishes to display, and usually adds the phrase ‘PLZ’ at the end, so other deviants are aware that that account exists to be an emote (in the example above, the account name is “gladlikeplz”).
To use the PLZ account, you merely
if you need help making it through the dayremember:
The Coffee GodThe Coffee God behind the counter shuffles foot to foot, a dance of steam and espresso. Black painted fingernails, inch gauged ears and a gray striped sweatshirt, hood crooked on his back. There's a cigarette tucked behind one ear; it bobs and twitches with each step.
“Non-fat caramel latte,” he calls, just as he always does, part of a spell, part of a mantra, toneless (just a tuck at the end). I reach. He looks up.
The espresso maker hisses.
There's something like a grin, something like a spark, something like a shared secret linked eye to eye. When he passes over the drink (rough cardboard sleeve hot to the touch), he lingers. Our fingers brush, a shiver, a jolt, a ten-watt shock.
The Coffee God tilts his chin, shouts, “Hey, mind if I take my break now?”
and ducks around the counter without waiting for a reply.
He slips his cigarette between his lips without taking his eyes from mine. I follow him out the door.
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